If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
Many dreams is what we had and plenty wishes.
I drift along, thinking about the past a great deal. The past is so reliable, so delightful, and the best place to live. I end up there quite often, you know; it's very comfortable and dependable.
Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.
I don't know what else to tell you. I often think how different my life would have been - how much happier - if you'd been a part of it. One day.
There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.
I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.
Nostalgia is a strange and powerful emotion. As much we try and fight it and fight ourselves, it's very hard not to.
Nostalgia is, 'Hey, remember the other mall that used to be there?'
I don't have a great nostalgia for the past.
In that moment I understood that the cruelest words in the universe are if only.
Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.
Nostalgia is a very human trait.
You always think "woulda, coulda, shoulda." I wish that I had prosecuted Tot Mom, I wish I'd prosecuted OJ, and I wish I had prosecuted the JonBenet Ramsey case.
I think nostalgia used purely for the sake of emotional reminiscing is extremely boring.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.
Sometimes, when I listen to a song that reminds me of something that I went through, I think, 'Oh my God, I wish I was back in that time!'
